No. You weren't. Here the mask has always been a facet tied only to your old master.

[She still - and forever will - equates Handsome Jack to Dante, as much Timothy's master as Dante had been hers. It had always been the quickest way to tell them apart, before Timothy's face was marked.]

It feels...funny. I'm just not used to it, that's all. Does it hurt?

[Her fingertips drift hesitantly to one of the clasps, the metal feeling far too cold. Is it forged directly to his flesh?]